what a hot hot day. yelling still but continuing its taper. I think we are all just stunned by the heat, frankly. For the baby, its really his first conscious experience of it, as he was in single digit months last time... I keep thinking, its almost August.. that means September and FAAAALLLL.. I know its sacriledge not to be a summer person but I do think it has something to do with the consistent 'responsibility for others physical needs' aspect of mothering. I used to really like heat and sweatysex in the heat and languid strolling and For Chrissakes, I lived in Key West in September, like a livid roiling hell of heat! But lately, with all the child needs and wants and my seemingly endless resentment, I'm just good and goddamned ready for snow.